It's less than 1 hour until fight time as Chance pulls back the curtain on his window and looks at the cloudy sky and rain falling. He begins pacing back and forth across his bedroom, hopping over the various piles of trash in his way. He starts nodding his head in rhythmic and licking his tooth stubs while he imagines how the fight is going to play out.
“That's right Music bitchass Marty, that's what you get for fuckin' wit me! That's what you get for fuckin' wit me bitch! You're a fucking pussy who just got his bitch ass knocked the fuck out! I TOLD YOU NOT TO FUCK WIT ME! I TOLD YOU NOT TO FUCK WIT ME! I FUCKING TOLD YOU NOT TO FUCK WIT ME! And now your bitchass is on the ground crying, cuz I knocked ya bitchass out bitch! I warned you not to fuck with me and now look at you, you're nothing but a bitch ass bitch ya bitch! Now get the fuck outta my town before I knock the rest o yor teeth out and make you such mah dick bitch!”
He continues repeating himself for another 10 minutes until he realizes he probably should jerk off because he doesn't want to meet Marty face to face with a hard on. After climaxing and consuming the resulting discharge, he stands up and on wobbly legs and stumbles over to his computer.
“You never should have fucked with me Marty, because you unleashed a monster 7 years ago, 7 years ago you unleashed a monster you could never hope to control, 7 years Marty, 7 long years Marty I have waited for this moment. The monster you created is going to be what finally destroys you, because I am your worst nightmare and I am your destruction, you never should have fucked with me Marty because I am going to be your fucking doom. After 7 years it all comes to an end tonight mother fucker!”
Chance then begins shadow boxing while talking to himself.
“Uh! Yeah bitch, that's right bitch! Right hook to the body, right uppercut bitch, you're done, you're done bitch, you're done bitch, you're done bitch! Oh think you want some more? Fucking liver shot bitch! And then and then fucking soccer kick to the face bitch! You want more? Fucking boom boom boom spinning elbow, left high kick, boom yer fuckin' done bitch! Yeah I'm da king, I run these streets bitch, who's ya daddy? Who's ya fuckin' daddy bitch?”
Feeling he's sufficiently amped himself up and is ready for battle, he goblin prances out of his room and down the stairs. As he puts on his shoes this conversation takes place.
Sally: Chance, where on earth do you think you're going?
Chance: I'm going to go BEAT MARTY'S FUCKING BITCH ASS!
Sally: No you're not, you're not going anywhere.
Chance: No mom! I have to do this, it's the only way he'll ever leave this family alone!
Sally: No you're not! Now you sit back down, you're not fighting him!
Chance: NO! STOP TELLING ME WHAT TO DO!
And with that he stands up and runs past Sally and out the back door, passing Ed who's smoking a cigarette on the back porch.
Ed: Chance, come back here.
Chance: No Ed! I have to do this! For the family!
Ed turning back towards the house: Sorry Sal, I did my best.
Chance goblin prances across the yard headed for Marty's AirBnB, the fight music playing in his head, “right hook to the body, right uppercut, done!”. He waits to cross the street for a passing car and then he's off to meet his destiny. He will stare into the abyss and the abyss will the one that flinches.
Marty: Oh hey baby boy...